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Amateur (feat. Seaan) Video (MV)




Performed By: Riccy Runtz
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Rickey Dominique, Sean Win




Riccy Runtz - Amateur (feat. Seaan) Lyrics
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Yeah
Know we clutchin' sticks, like the Navy
Just threw back a yerk, so I want you to play me
Too deep in these drugs, so nobody could save me
F*ck who you ridin' with, got this 5.6, tryna send a bitch nigga to Heaven
Jeans say Robin
Yeah, that's my bitch, but she yours when the clock say 11
Ridin' with a big stick, I don't like switch, cause it don't shoot, it's 24/7
Uh
It don't shoot quick enough, mmn
Bitch, I'm not rich enough, I want bank
Your brother, pick 'em up
Huh
This not that, this ain't what you think
F*ck it, I'll dig 'em up
And I'm smokin' on Tay, nigga dead as f*ck
And I mix it with Dillon, my favorite drug
We finna mask up, just because, uh
I got my racks up, nigga, f*ck you
Gen got a switch, so I keep it tucked, yeah
Look at me wrong, I'ma clutch on you
She got a fat ass, I'ma buss on you
She like, "Sean, I'm the one for you"
Two bad hoe, that's a two for two
I'm in that Jag, 'member I was in coupes
Bitch, I'm a backdo' king, like the nigga on Juice
Slurp, she eat me up like soup
Perc, nigga, I sip that too
Work, I got that choppa tucked
I did too much, it was not enough
I'ma pop out, then we outta here
Dolla' bills, bitch, I got a lot of them
And ya' big homie, we be slimin' him
I don't f*ck with them boys, I don't talk to them
Bitch, I'm dunkin' on whoever under the rim
Independent, I ain't sign no deal
I see that you is in love with him
Can you please leave him?
What do you see in him?
I bet you would fold if you felt how I felt
Michael Jackson
You a baddie
Your brother died, what happened?
'Member I slept on a mattress
When he seen me, he panicked
Ha' pussy so sweet, like candy
Let me know when you ready
You want ride round town with the felon?
I ain't text her back, but she still got the message
Can you open your soul, girl, I'm invested
Kickin' the door down, like Messi
I don't like ha', cause the bih' too messy
Life goes on, but the shit get hectic
You really used my heart as a weapon
They want me gone, I know
They all the same, can't trust no hoe
They drowned on the wave, can't ride that boat
I'm just saying, they go
They come, and they go
I don't need you nomo
But we up, and we livin'
I rather die 'fore I trust these bitches
I'm communicatin', you needa listen
They can't f*ck over me, I'm built different
I want your love, or whatever
Pray to God, but fell in love with the devil
I'm too anemic, my heart too cold
We're gonna bend it, just give us a lo'
Let's go
Babygirl, can you come on?
She was right, I was doin' her wrong
You made it in, can you call my phone?
Oh no
I'ma ride round town, with Sean
My nigga get locked up, pay his bond
I don't understand what's going on
They talk down on us, they don't know who we are
I'm pullin' up, baby, get in the car
I'm tryna roll up, give me a gar
I ain't even know I'd make it this far
(I ain't even know I'd make it this far)
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Yeah
Know we clutchin' sticks, like the Navy
Just threw back a yerk, so I want you to play me
Too deep in these drugs, so nobody could save me
F*ck who you ridin' with, got this 5.6, tryna send a bitch nigga to Heaven
Jeans say Robin
Yeah, that's my bitch, but she yours when the clock say 11
Ridin' with a big stick, I don't like switch, cause it don't shoot, it's 24/7
Uh
It don't shoot quick enough, mmn
Bitch, I'm not rich enough, I want bank
Your brother, pick 'em up
Huh
This not that, this ain't what you think
F*ck it, I'll dig 'em up
And I'm smokin' on Tay, nigga dead as f*ck
And I mix it with Dillon, my favorite drug
We finna mask up, just because, uh
I got my racks up, nigga, f*ck you
Gen got a switch, so I keep it tucked, yeah
Look at me wrong, I'ma clutch on you
She got a fat ass, I'ma buss on you
She like, "Sean, I'm the one for you"
Two bad hoe, that's a two for two
I'm in that Jag, 'member I was in coupes
Bitch, I'm a backdo' king, like the nigga on Juice
Slurp, she eat me up like soup
Perc, nigga, I sip that too
Work, I got that choppa tucked
I did too much, it was not enough
I'ma pop out, then we outta here
Dolla' bills, bitch, I got a lot of them
And ya' big homie, we be slimin' him
I don't f*ck with them boys, I don't talk to them
Bitch, I'm dunkin' on whoever under the rim
Independent, I ain't sign no deal
I see that you is in love with him
Can you please leave him?
What do you see in him?
I bet you would fold if you felt how I felt
Michael Jackson
You a baddie
Your brother died, what happened?
'Member I slept on a mattress
When he seen me, he panicked
Ha' pussy so sweet, like candy
Let me know when you ready
You want ride round town with the felon?
I ain't text her back, but she still got the message
Can you open your soul, girl, I'm invested
Kickin' the door down, like Messi
I don't like ha', cause the bih' too messy
Life goes on, but the shit get hectic
You really used my heart as a weapon
They want me gone, I know
They all the same, can't trust no hoe
They drowned on the wave, can't ride that boat
I'm just saying, they go
They come, and they go
I don't need you nomo
But we up, and we livin'
I rather die 'fore I trust these bitches
I'm communicatin', you needa listen
They can't f*ck over me, I'm built different
I want your love, or whatever
Pray to God, but fell in love with the devil
I'm too anemic, my heart too cold
We're gonna bend it, just give us a lo'
Let's go
Babygirl, can you come on?
She was right, I was doin' her wrong
You made it in, can you call my phone?
Oh no
I'ma ride round town, with Sean
My nigga get locked up, pay his bond
I don't understand what's going on
They talk down on us, they don't know who we are
I'm pullin' up, baby, get in the car
I'm tryna roll up, give me a gar
I ain't even know I'd make it this far
(I ain't even know I'd make it this far)
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Writer: Rickey Dominique, Sean Win
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